I like to bring the Outdoors in
With windows bright and curtains thin!
When I work or write by my kitchen table,
I love to see out as much as I'm able!
The Earth changes as the Seasons go:
Winter shapes in white are muffled.
Then, Spring comes with the trees green-ruffled.
Summer is bright and gay in full measure.
In Fall, the woods are a gold and red treasure!...
Before Winter again puts the Earth to bed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem